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"Are you okay?" She asked. "You seem upset." |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylans mom nodded with a smile. "Yes, dear. Just a stressful day, thats all," she sighed. "What are you thinking of making?" |
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"Somethin' simple like cake, or pie. I was gonna make a tally chart, and whichever one has the most tallys, I'll make." She responded. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylans mom nodded, "Okay, but you might wanna hurry. Dinner will be ready in an hour and you want it done right after dinner," |
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"Got it." She nodded. She quickly wrote down a chart, and let everyone cast their votes. |
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Dylan walked in, "Hey," he said hugging her from behind. "What ya doing?" |
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"Getting everyone's votes for dessert." She responded. "It's between cake and pie." |
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"Ooh, I vote pie," he grinned, kissing her cheek. |
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"Mkay, dork." She smirked, rubbing his cheek. "God, you're so dorky and adorable. Why?" |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan gave her a look. "Hey, just cause I like pie doesn't mean I'm a dork," he smirked, just joking around really. He didn't take her comment to heart. |
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